Chapter 25: AnaPing.
Ana speared the cotton patch on a jag, wet it with lead solvent, and pushed it through the bore in one smooth motion.
Ping.
Gritting her teeth against further disappointment, Ana put the gun down and reached for her phone. No, of course it wasn’t Silke. Just Maria, telling her she needed to exchange one of the tops Ana had given her for a bigger one.
Madre de Dios, that girl’s getting bigger by the minute.
Ana grabbed the bore brush and threaded it to the cleaning rod, and after moistening it, rammed it into the barrel with a bit more force than necessary.
Come on, come on, come on!
High on spirits, both in the figurative and the literal sense, she’d texted Feliz Navidad to Silke two days ago as they were finishing up their Noche Bueno in order to go to midnight
